It’s About Heart and Flowers—Not Heart Attacks.

So Valentines came and went pretty quietly this year. I’m not sure how this quite happened but figure it was a combination of things; Samuel’s being sick, Tuckerville kicking my ass and the fact that V-Day fell on a Tuesday all contributed to the downfall.

That being said—I did give it the old Rory try. When I found out that Samuel had never had a proper Valentine’s Day I changed tactics slightly and got a bit more into things then I normally would.

It started with Patty and I going off on our usual coffee walk and ended up with me succumbing and buying a single red rose for the boy. If you know then you know I don’t like cut flowers and as such this was a huge concession. But romance is what it is. I also decided that instead of going home I should head to his place to surprise him.

Patty helped here again—she dropped me off outside his place though I could have just hoofed it over being that it is closer to work than my place. I was more concerned that I would miss the boy and be at his place without any way to contact him.

So I had Patty called Samuel on the way over to try and see where he was without giving anything away. She left a message as we pulled up to his place. His car was on the street though so he was either showering, napping, or masturbating. (Just kidding.) So as Patty pulled a way I decided to have a smoke to calm my nervous from work and fix my hair.

After a few minutes--and some gum—I snuck down the driveway. See Samuel lives in a guest house on the back of a garage at his cousins place so he wouldn’t see me coming even if I hadn’t snuck my way back. I came up to his cousins dogs—who were freaking out—and listened as Samuel spoke on the phone. I came around the corner and stood at his door. I should explain he has French doors and so I could see him on the floor on the phone.

I was about to tap on the glass before coming in when he looked up, saw me and screamed “Oh Jesus” and fell back on his bed; still on the phone. I burst into laughter and could even stand up straight as I watched him flail on the bed. Samuel continued to look shocked as he picked up his phone and finished the call.

I came in as Samuel got up to hug me. “Where’s the axe? That’s all you needed.” I laughed and we made our in his place. And napped after we stopped laughing and talking. We are very exciting people.

We went out for fast food and spent the night on the swings at my park and talked about his writing. We decided to stay low key if only because of him being sick and me being tired. But that being said—it was a good day. Pranks, food, sleep, working—all my favorite things.